The Bald Monk in the City

A bald head of a standard human height with a naked chest and a black cloak behind his back.

On the lower body, a pair of brown pants clings to his body, covering vital parts.

Except for his conspicuous six arms and a few rings that look like magic props, there is nothing else very impressive.

With his bald appearance, no weapons and almost unarmored state, he can basically be judged to be a monk.

When there were so many players in the shelter, he didn't seem to be surprised, but walked down the shadow stairs after scanning a circle.

However, some keen players found that his eyes were frozen for a moment when he first looked at the player. Only players with sufficient keen perception and dynamic low-light vision can realize this situation.

And this present made some of them think.

"A lone monk?"

A cold voice came from the corner.

Although there is nothing wrong with the language, his tone does not sound so friendly, with a hint of sarcasm and provocation.

In terms of occupation alone, it is rare that there will be inherently hostile relationships.

Of course, this situation also exists, but it is more derived from the relationship between the camp and the deity.

But for individuals, it's not so easy to say.

Everyone turned their attention to the player who said that, judging from the eye-catching negative energy in him, he should be a necromancer or other related advanced profession.

Although I don't know which monk had a gap with him, there is no doubt that he will anger the monk to the entire monk community.

There are no wonders in the multiverse. This sentence does not only refer to things. Sometimes, the strange thinking patterns of intelligent creatures are quite amazing.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, then turned to look at him, his eyes without any expression fluctuations did not look very sharp, but it made the player's heart palpitate slightly.

He then kept silent, completely ignoring the stunned eyes of the surrounding players.

Yi Qiu ignored it. When he saw these players with scarlet rays in the field of vision of his detection camp subtly coexist in harmony, he knew that there must be some rules he didn't know about this place.

So he found an open space to stand, and then clicked on the comprehensive web panel to look like the Purgatory Moon Night Newcomer Guide on the forum before...

"A dangerous guy, but it is strange that he is not a believer in the scourge of war..."

In the corner, Old Parker glanced at Yi Qiu warily, and then whispered to the arakkoa.

The disaster of war is one of the mortal names of the tyrannical **** Hextor. One of his incarnations is a human being with six arms, and all of them are armed with weapons.

Some of the followers of Hex, the **** of tyranny, belong to monks, so in terms of the image of the other party, it is possible that the favored ones or the elect belong to the **** Hex of tyranny.

But what surprised old Pike was that the opponent did not seem to belong to the evil camp-although he did not have the ability to detect the camp, it did not mean that he would not go to see the few paladin players in the camp.

Their eyes towards Yi Qiu were full of goodwill, after all, most of the players here now belong to the villains who need to deal with it quickly.

Old Pike didn't quite understand the reason why these paladins participated in the moonlit night of Purgatory. Perhaps it was to perform a special mission of the deity, or simply to punish the evil spirits.

Leave him alone, Old Parker shook his head.

Adventurers who live long enough and have no ambitions never participate in the mess between gods.

That not only represents danger, it may also bring unexpected troubles, but the harvest is often not the comprehensive network disaster currency or experience that adventurers love.

Who would choose to dedicate his faith for a few magic weapons?

Unless two layers of constant spells are blessed above, it is almost the same...

Old Pike generally thinks this way, while taking a sullen smoke, adding a strong seasoning to the strange taste in the shelter because of the natural body odor of each race and the strong carbon dioxide mixture.

And just after the arakkoa listened to Old Parker’s words and quietly marked Yi Qiu as a neutral and dangerous unit on his auxiliary identification system, a line of reminders suddenly refreshed on the retinas of all players:

"Regional reminder: As night falls, the sanctuary escapes into the spiritual world."

"Regional reminder: The inner area of ​​the sanctuary (to go to the Shadow Stairs in the Lost Town) maintains full shelter ability, but the player located in it may be selected to participate in the lost dream of the evil spirit at any time."

"Zone reminder: The shadow stairs in the inner area of ​​the sanctuary (spiritual state) lead to the lost town (spiritual world)."

"Ps: All areas of the Lost Town (Spirit World) are considered weak sheltered areas, and the spirit world monsters will not be able to enter, but the player's kill restriction is lifted."

In a trance, everyone heard the melodious bell, and then in the next instant, the environment in the entire shelter completely changed to another appearance:

Originally they were in an area similar to a huge basement, with nothing but heavy dust inside.

Now, it has become much brighter, with oil lamps of the same style hanging on the walls.

There is a faint smell in the air, which cannot be said to be fragrant or smelly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ And neatly arranged wooden barrels appeared on the ground, and the position of each player seemed to have been adjusted to a certain extent, and they were piled high. The high barrels obstructed the line of sight, and they can only be judged from the surrounding breathing and the shouting of some players.

It may be that the light of the oil lamp is a little weak, or other reasons.

Although the entire space has become much brighter, it is still in a dim light.

Yi Qiu glanced around. He was somewhat familiar with this environment.

According to the prompt information on the retina, there is no doubt that he is now in the spiritual world of this material world.

It is not that the environment of the spiritual world will be accompanied by a dim light, but the dim light of the spiritual world has its special meaning and characteristics in it.

According to the speculation of some plane scholars (Kouhu), the spiritual world in a sense indicates the final stage of the material world.

As the source of life on the symbolic plane, the sun gives people hints in its subtle form.

However, this statement is not recognized by the mainstream school, because this speculation greatly strengthens the role of the sun on the plane, and in a sense strengthens the authority of the related deities.

The archmage can ignore the brilliance of the gods, but the scholars cannot.

Arcane knowledge has no boundaries, but the eternal power is even more above it...

At this moment, Yi Qiu refreshed a message on his retina:

"Warning, you have been selected as a participant in the Evil's Lost Dreams!"

However, before Yi Qiu finished thinking, the next message was refreshed on Yi Qiu's retina:

"Because the evil spirits refused you to enter their kingdom, you were marked as a blacklist for related activities by the evil spirits..."

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